She let go of me, after a while, but kept her face close to mine, our noses just a hand-width apart. Her dark eyes nervously moved back and forth between both of my blue ones. I smiled at her and stroked her hair. “What do you do besides your work?” I asked. I felt this was really a question to ask long before kissing, but no others came to mind.
“I draw and paint.”
“You should show me some of your art, if you don’t mind.”
“I will, after I fuck you silly.” Her answer sounded much too crude.
“You aren’t as bold as you’re trying to make yourself look, are you?”
Susy was silent for a bit. “You’re right. But I have to, in this job. Jacking off old men wasn’t what I had in mind when I moved here, but you have to take what you can get.”
“And now you’re taking me” I joked.
“I’m at least as surprised as you are” she replied, dead serious. “And you will get lucky tonight” she whispered in my ear.
It had stopped raining. The smell of wet earth mixed with the sweet flowery scent of her hair and another flowery scent from the tree. We cuddled, exchanged small and big kisses, grinned and giggled, and I both wished this moment would last forever and that it would be over soon. I was going to get lucky. That night. Oh darkness, what was taking you so long?
And then it hit me. “Oops,” I said, “I left my bag at the place where you work.” Yes, the same bag I was going to keep with me at all times.
“And your clothes, too. Don’t worry, I put them upstairs, where I live. Actually, let’s go home, I want to cook for you.”
“You’re spoiling me.”
“You have no idea.” She tapped the tip of my nose with her finger. “You have NO idea how spoiled you will be.”
The food she made me was almost too spicy. It made me sweat like the rainclouds earlier that day, and I wasn’t sure I still had a tongue. Or a throat. I might not have been able to eat it if I hadn’t been distracted by the gorgeous little body on the other side of the table. The body of the woman I would soon give my virginity to. She was constantly teasing me by lightly rubbing her foot along my leg. Her socks were made of soft tickling wool.
After dinner she took my hand and guided me to her sofa, where she stuck her hand under my clothes. I mean her clothes that I was wearing.
“Let’s sit and cuddle for a while.” She ran her fingertips over my sensitive breasts.
“Susy, PLEASE.”
“No, no exercise immediately after eating.”
“You’re driving me crazy on purpose” I pouted.
Her grin was almost evil. “You’ll thank me later.”
“Later? You have made me wait for hours, and now you still tease and say ‘later’.”
“Would miss Impatient still like to see my art?”
“Why do I now suspect it is pornographic?” I was convinced this lady would do anything to make me even more horny, if that were possible.
Her drawings were female nudes, but not porn. The poses looked natural, though probably uncomfortable. In each image Susy had labeled every muscle, and who knows what else, I couldn’t read her language. She had drawn hundreds of these, all different. No wonder she was an amazing masseuse, she knew every detail of the human body.
“Who are these women?” I asked.
“They work around here, most of them rent their rooms from my aunt, who you met. A few of them like to pose, the rest were out of money.”
“I see. Do you offer them free happy endings, too?”
“I don’t.” She seemed offended.
“Have you sold any drawings?” I hoped my change of subject wouldn’t be offensive too. Some artists seem to dislike money.
She shrugged. “Who would buy them?”
“Many people would. They’re amazing.”
The rain returned, with loud drops against her window. I rested my head on Susy’s shoulder, trying to relax, but as soon as I touched her my body remembered what we were going to do later. I shivered.
Maybe this was the sign Susy had been waiting for. “Now” she said. She removed my clothing, leaving me naked and vulnerable while she took her time to undress in front of me.
Again I was guided from one place to another, to her bed this time. Finally! She pushed me down on the bed, sat down on top of me, and untied her ponytail. She let her long soft hair slide over my neck, my nipples, my belly, a circle on my belly, back to my breasts…
“Susy, please, no more teasing.”
“All right.” She started tickling my thigh, slowly working up.
“I said…”
She didn’t let me finish my sentence and stuck two fingers into me. “Is that better?”
I nodded.
She didn’t move her hand. Instead she kissed me on the lips, then carefully picked out lower and lower spots to kiss. I understood where she was going with this, so didn’t complain about teasing again. When she kissed my belly button, she started slowly moving her fingers in and out of me. Seven more kisses, closer and closer together, before she finally reached my other little button.
She licked faster than I can move my fingers. All the built up tension, all the anticipation flowed to that one point. It stung, then an orgasm exploded into my body. Susy let go of me and watched my body shake, slow down and relax.
“Will this be a good memory?” she asked. “Maybe I did tease you a bit too much.”
“It will be… but… how can I ever return a favor like that?”
“You’ll learn. But I’ll let you thank me in an easy way.” She opened a drawer and took out a strap-on, which she tied to me.
“Susy, I…”
“I’m SURE you can figure out how to use it.” She put my hands on her wrists. That commanding look in her eyes again. “Take me.”
“Yes, Susy.”
With some difficulty I put the thing where it belonged. I pushed her wrists into the mattress and pumped into her. I looked into her eyes. She was grinning at me. Something was odd about what we were doing: she was in a submissive position, but didn’t need more than her face to be dominant. Should I try to wipe that grin off her face?
“This is for your indecent proposal” I got a bit more rough.
She made a sound like a little dog being beaten. I stopped. “Are you okay?” we both asked at once.
“Right. This is for being such a tease” I pushed harder than before.
“I guess the sound we make is ah culturah thiiiiIIII” she tried to explain.
“And this is for calling me miss Impatient” I sped up my movements. Her squeaks got louder and higher.
When she pushed her head down into her pillow, I let go of her wrists and held her tight against me. I wanted to feel each shake and tremble.
Susy’s orgasm changed seamlessly into into a giggling fit.
“What?” I laughed with her.
“You heehee trying to act like hee mister Asshole heeheehee too funny.”
I could have been offended, instead I almost choked laughing. “Well, that went well…”
“It did, heehee, honestly it did. I feel great.”
I laid down next to her and sighed happily.
Susy turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “When you want control, be convinced that the other will obey. Talking as if you’re punishing her while you’re pleasing her doesn’t make sense. Except when that’s her kink of course.”
“Mm.” The helpful lesson didn’t sink in, I was tired and distracted by the details of her sweating, blushing face. Her soft lips, her small nose, her eyes like black diamonds, her long eyelashes, her… my eyes closed and I was gone.
When I woke up, Susy wasn’t there. She had opened the curtains, the sun itched on my back. Outside, I could see the train station in the distance. Somewhere behind it, on the other side of the tracks, was my room, like a faraway planet.
There was a note on the pillow next to me, held in place by a key:
—
Petra,
If you want more than my body, please be here tonight.
PS Watch your back.
—
I scratched my lower back, where the sun had been tickling me. Something black stuck to my finger. I managed to take a photo of my back using my phone. Susy had drawn herself, naked, doing a handstand on my hipbones. Labeled muscles and body parts and everything. I took some more photos, making sure to capture every detail of her drawing. I wanted to keep it forever, not just until my next shower.
I did, of course, return that night, and every night after. After some weeks I moved in with her. I offered her the money I had been spending on rent, but she refused. I found someone willing to sell her art for her, Susy thanked me for that and made a good deal. She did keep her best drawings and paintings for herself. But the real happy ending of this story should be this:
Susy thought this had been just another day I had spent at the university. She was waiting for her usual hug and embraced me as soon as she caught sight of me.
“Ow.”
“What’s wrong?” she was immediately concerned.
“Nothing, just something on my back. It took me a while to find a good tattoo artist.”
“Petra, please tell me you didn’t get ass antlers.”
“Hah, no way.” I turned my back to her and lifted my top to show her the first outlines of a copy of a drawing she once made in the same spot. “You’ll need to write a few of the labels again, I scratched before I saw your drawing.”
“You crazy woman.” Her smile stretched from ear to ear.
“It’s not crazy to want to keep you forever” I said. I turned back to her. “You. Bed. Now.”
I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.
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